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Preshie: Hi, repogirl. I am yet to see chapter 9 of False Pretenses on your blog. Have you updated it? Pls, reply asap.

Hi preshie, I'm sorry I've fallen back on updating, still wOrking on it, trying to make it as good as I can, also been a bit bissy, pls bear with me.

Albert and bishop, will send it. Bishop, I sent it, dnt get why u didn't get it.

nelxsantos: @ repogirl. pls post dis differntly cos ma JAVA phone can't access frm CHAP. 5 downwards so luk wit pity on Us and post it differently. I alwys got ur write-ups too charmin dat cn't luk away frm it. I anticipate recievin a favorable reply, 10x

Okay...but how do I post it differently? I donr understand.
@ ayobami, sorry about the delay, due to some stuff, will update soon as I can, I really hate keeping u guys waiting.
@damex, followed the link but ddnt get anyway, its such a pity.

Yeah, quite busy, pls bear with me.

mabebe1: Dancin Gobe 4 repogirl, tanx 4 d story U̶̲̥̅̊ sent. ℓ̊'ll buy transformer $ desktop computer 4 u.

Lol, u're welcome.

@tjehi, will do, waiting for NEPA to have mercy on my area once again.

Okay, will do

@ tijehi, Sent it to johi4mi@yahoo.co.uk
@ shegun, already sent it to that mail addy.
If u guys still want it, lemme knOw.

ortopazz: Please am having probs wiv my main nl mail...so please send it yo topazgr8@ymail.com

Alright, will do so when next am back on d PC.

AnnNini: Thank u n God bless. Am so happy

Amen, and welcome dearie.

jjagz, I already got your pm (goto my profile and send a mail message), and sent the story to your mail box. now i'm free o! all of una, I don free at last!
Emperortj, pls send me yours again, it was lost in transit. thanks.

@akko, grateful for what exactly?

tijehi: Hey repogirl what do u mean by PM you. I need d novel too PULEEZE

Yeah, got ur mail add. Private message, that's PM.

ortopazz: Please i hope i made the cut, besides my format wil b for phne o!

Aight, will send it later tonite.

@ aninini, got ur PM, expect it too.

Go down low

One who awaits was removed from here because it is being worked upon for publishing but out of the good ness of my heart, I'll send it to you guys via email, just PM me, when you do I get your email adds, will try sending it tonight to all you guys I owe.
Let me add that this will be the last ever sending o, anyone else who wants it after this is going to have to wait till am done with the ebook. Thanks. I'll attach it as word document format and .txt for mobile users.

@ reenoj and ayomild, thanks much, your sins have bin forgiven, but sin no more o.

@ LVMJJ, thanks a lot. , the first one was 'testing testing'. I take a bow to all your wonderful praises. The story has not even begun yet. We are still uin intro, will do my best to keep it going this good or even better.

@ hadesparks, thanks but am not anty o! >-:

Now on to other news, aaaaabeg, I lie down for ground, this one don pass dobale, I grab the ile, abeg, I never finish the next chapter. I'm so busy with house stuff, aaaaabeg, pls understand with me. Will try to pOst this evening, possibly but not sure if that will even be possible but I will try my bestest like I always do.

[quote author=frank3.16]I think I understand why saying 'I owe u' by jide made daisy feel he was finally fallin for her.

To me he was just using angry words to admit he is her husband. This is someone he had avoided for months now he was admitting owing her. I will feel the same way if I was daisy.

As for me, I am just imaging the two having rough and unexpected sexx[/quote]Alright, if you put it that way, it sort of makes sense. No offense Frank, but maybe you need to get laid already, this one you are catching trips from story book.
Princessa don't keep Frank waiting for too long abeg, let Jide and Dais do sunting.

Neduzze5: He was under the influence of alcohol!!

I know he was under the influence of alchohol, but what am asking is how did his actions make her feel he was falling for her? I think his actions were meant to annoy her not make her see him falling for her.

I'm looking at this from Daisy's view.

@ ortopazz, sorry I didn't reply you, will reply your PM. Am swamped here abeg. And you're now on the list of people waiting for me to send it via email. Just send me ur mail add when I reply ur pm.

Dunno why no one else has said this but the last update confused the hell out of me.
I don't think you were really comfortable writing the scene cos the description was quite strange.
How does grabbing her and telling her he owns her and then looking her up and down make her feel he was falling for her.
For me, I would be angry about the owning part and the looking up and down like that, should have made her feel cheap and degraded or sumthing, don't know how best to explain how I see it. Looking at her like that meant more like he was lusting after her than falling for her.

And then, Who was defiant and unyeiding? Was it Jide or daisy? Didn't get that part.

Also,
'Daisy smiled slyly then, a grin playing at the corner of her lips. Jide could bet that that smile of hers could light up the whole house, even his heart was already electrified by its warmth...no, maybe not warmth, the eyes held...something like mischief?'

Princessa, I've been trying to figure out hoW a grin plays at the corner of ones lips, a grin is a grin but a smile can play on the lips.

Finally, It was really good, you conveyed perfectly the emotions Jide went through from realising his wif's beauty for the first time, to how he felt when he realised she wasn't so into him anymore. It just needs a bit of reviewing especially what exactly made daisy feel he was falling for her.

I'm beginning to feel sorry for Jide, daisy laughing at him that way... It wasn't fair nao. She should take it easy small nao, that food part was funny but she really shouldn't make fun of him. Its heart wrenching especially since he's liking her now *sobs* (slowly crossing over to team Jide. Brend4, am I welcome?)

@ LVMJJ, welcome, I did it to get more readership and feedback and also for people who can't comment on the blog, me sef no fit comment from my phone, can u imagine? I think its a phone issue sha, not the blog. So now u can tell me what u think.

@Eneze, thanks, you're always here to commend and encourage, I'm grateful.

@hottoyin, thanks my blog addy is http://pejuamadi..com

@kemzy, comments like yours are like oil in my lamp, thanks much and for confessing to be among the 'chop and clean mouth crew' (CCMC). Other chop and clean mouthers, God is watching you o!!

@ mercile, thanks much for your compliments. I'm glad you enjoyed it. My second story is actually here on NL.
Although its still in its very beginning stages. https://www.nairaland.com/1303810/false-pretenses.

Princessa, abeg, do suntin before person commit suicide because of your story o, u no wan blood for ya hand o.

@ oluwabishop, Okay bobo, PM me, so I can get your email.

mabebe1: No na, mondays, wednesdays, fridays, satursays...2 wait is killin

Bebe, na wa o, na me you wan come kill? Pls bear with me, u know sey I get family
and we can move our commenting to the false pretenses thread now and comment strictly one who awaits tins here.
BTW serious guilty conscience dey do me cos of what I promised to send, dnt worry will send it, jst really bizzy here.

Cute bliss: Repogirl u rock i love ur story.

@ cute bliss, thanks much.

@jjags, thanks , will be published mos def.

@ diamonddamsel, thanks much.

@ Anonimous, great observation!

1. At first I wasn't sure how to spell Urhobo but I was corrected by a reader and that was why the second was different.

2. The correct thingy is just the way we talk, e.g the guy is a correct guy meaning the guy is cool, ddnt think there was much to it, I could always remove it if it seems funny.

3.Okiemute has been noted. These urhobo names na wa!

4. Kite is pronounced KI as in KEY and TE as in TAKE. Kite. Kite and kitty are quite similar, I think.

Thanks for the observation, let's me know you were really into the story. I need more of this. Thanks much, very well appreciated.

[quote author=odu'sberry]Dis is really great REPO,u doing a gud job here,can't wait 4 wednesday 2 be here[/quote]Thanks Odus, but I'll be updating here on thursday, my blog will be on wednesdays.

Yeah, said that on my first post. Thanks.

Alright, thats all I gat for now till wednesday, please your comments are highly welcome, would love to know what you think.
Thankyou!

8



Kite was pissed. Pissed and getting really angry. Her patience had worn thin and was now hanging by a slim thread to the last shred of her self control, just a little provocation now would definitely tip her over the edge. She kept repeating to herself that she was in the respectable offices of Mr. Williams, she really shouldn't cause a scene here even though his P.A was acting like a bitch.

Infact, she was a bitch, if only she could see her, she would teach her a lesson on handling visitors who wanted to see her boss whether they had appointments or not. By the time she was through with her she wouldn't ask whether a visitor had an appointment or not.

The bloody P.A had been receiving other so called important visitors because they had appointments but had kept Kite waiting for over three hours.

This morning, she'd promised herself and her friends, Lucky and Di that she'd be on her very best behaviour. She'd even borrowed Di's best skirt suit for the occasion, the thing was a bit snug and short as Di didn't possess as much hip and behind and wasn't also as tall but a beggar had no choice. She had to make do with it, she was more of a casual person and couldn't boast of a single suit.

"Mr Thomas, you can go in now." The receptionist called out as she dropped the phone.

Kite's eyes came up as she looked from the 'Mr Thomas' who had arrived not too long ago to the receptionist who gave her an apologetic smile.

Kite got up and approached her desk. She knew the young lady wasn't to blame, she took her orders from the P.A whom Kite was sure was in the next office. "Could you please remind the P.A, that a miss Kite Omoh is here to see Mr. Williams? I've been waiting for three hours now, even if I don't have an appointment or he isn't expecting me, I'm positive he wouldn't mind seeing me and I'll be as brief as possible."

The lady smiled apologetic "I'm sorry but this isn’t my call, the P.A only receives people without appointments when Mr. Williams is done with his business appointments and since you're here on personal business, I'm afraid that’s why she’s delaying you this way but please exercise a little more patience, there's no one else after Mr. Thomas, so I'm quite sure there'll be no choice but to let you in."

"Okay." Kite was going to hang on to that for now, she was going in next whether the P.A liked it or not. She would even like to see the woman or lady in the next room who'd kept her waiting all morning till now.

Her tummy was even growling already, it was a good thing no one else was sitting beside her in the waiting room or they'd have definitely heard it. It was one p.m and she'd not had breakfast thinking she'd have that after seeing Williams but thanks to the mad woman in the next office, she was still here, getting really hungry and waiting.

She was sure Mr. Williams wouldn't mind seeing her, he was such a cool person. So different from what she'd thought he would be. It was easy to read him as arrogant and proud because he had a sort of air about him and then he was rich as sin but then hanging out with him the day before she'd seen someone else.

He was really okay, had cared for her making sure she'd been a lot better before he'd had a driver of his drop her off at her place.

Breakfast had been something else at his place, she'd expected a simple meal but instead the dinning table had been laid to feed not less than ten people with a variety of breakfast dishes, some Kite hadn't even thought existed. Like oats with fresh fruit and raisins or the cold meat sandwiches, what in the world was that?

Her idea of a great breakfast was bread, eggs and a cup of beverage but the omelette she'd eaten had made her eggs look poor. She'd never seen eggs garnished with so much vegetables, some of which she couldn't name. The best of it all were the pancakes, so light, buttery and milky, really sweet and then the syrup she'd poured over it had tasted wonderful. She'd never known pancakes were eaten that way, she'd seen him pouring the syrup over it and had copied him, gosh the thought of food was making her belly protest uncomfortably.

How could he eat that way and still possess such a great body. She'd admired how trim and lean his body looked in the T shirt he'd worn that morning. If she ate like that for a week, she was sure her hips would triple in size, for some reason that was where the fat in her body chose to reside, people said it was sexy but she was self conscious of it and tried to watch what she ate. She didn't want to become another Nicky Minaj, although she could make do with J-Lo.

Williams was a God send, he'd been there for her to lean on even though he hadn't known her and after all the trouble she'd made around him. He was a really good guy. Pity he didn't have a girlfriend, the girl who stole his heart would be overwhelmed by his love for her, she was quite shy.

She'd had a good time the morning before, talking with him over breakfast, nothing really serious. She'd asked who made the meals and he'd said the kitchen staff in the main house. They'd talked about the estate and she found out that it was run like a hotel with not less than twenty staff catering to the needs to just the three of them. His mother, him and his sister.

She'd had a brief run in with his mother, that had been the only damper in the morning. She'd come in asking why Ise hadn't come over to her side for breakfast and had found him entertaining. The woman had looked her over and surmised she was of no importance. Kite had said some sort of greeting which she couldn’t remember, as she'd held the woman's cold stare behind her glasses. She'd murmured some reply before walking out of the room.

It didn't take too much to know that the woman hadn't liked her, Williams had been too busy checking out the spicy sausages to notice anything. The stare she’d given Kite had left her cold, good thing she’d only been passing through, she didn’t want to be left in a room with the woman. She could keep her son because she wasn’t the least bit interested in him. He wasn't exactly her type, too posh, she needed a down to earth person she could relate with on the same level.

He was a great person though, really a nice guy when you got to look past the ‘posh-ness’ and airs. He'd insisted that she kept the diamond set when Kite had asked for how to return it since he knew she needed the money but on getting home, she'd changed her mind on pawning it. The guy had paid a million bucks for it, it was only fair he got it back and did whatever he wanted with it, the thing was his and he’d had done so much for her already.

Unknown to her he'd also dropped a cheque of three hundred thousand in her handbag with a note that it was for her mothers surgery and she shouldn't spend it on her hair and other frivolities this time.

She'd smiled when she’d seen the note but she couldn't accept it. She was too proud, she wasn't a charity case and she wasn't a beggar. He had to take it back, she would prefer he offered her a job instead.

That was why she was here, to ask for a job. She was a graduate of business management, although it had been about two years since she had a job. It had been in a small organisation, the pay hadn't been great but she'd managed until her boss's harassment had gone too far. She'd had to leave but not before Izu had thought the idiot some sense.

She smiled thinly as she remembered her ex boyfriend again. She couldn’t help the thoughts about him that kept cropping up once in a while even though she told herself she hated him and didn’t want to remember him. He'd been her all, they'd had each others backs all the time, or so she’d thought, right from hundred level at the university. He was Ibo and she was urhobo but that hadn't mattered.

She'd been so into him and could swear that he'd loved her with all his heart, so it had been a shock when he'd disappeared without a word or explanation.

All she'd been able to gather was that the job he and his two closest buddies had been planning had gone wrong and they'd disappeared. The police were still after them, she'd been taken in for questioning but Izu had kept her out of most of then guys’ affairs saying she was safer not knowing. They'd needed her help sometimes for a few minor jobs, mainly to cause a little distraction but that was all he let her do. He hadn't wanted to endanger her by involving her in their schemes.

Now that she thought about it, she'd lived a reckless life, she'd been Playing Bonnie and Clyde at the time, sticking to her boyfriend not caring that he'd been involved in shady schemes. All what had been in her head had been her love for him. When ever they were broke, she shoplifted or stole to keep them going until they had another shady job. She'd been foolish in her supposed wisdom. It had been fun but really foolish.

Maybe it was a good thing Izu was gone, she'd had to turn to Lucky and Di, her friends from the University for help and they'd made her promise to be clean before putting her up in their one bedroom apartment. Kite slept on the couch since there was no extra room but it was fine by her, it beat sleeping on the streets.

She'd updated the girls on the happenings of the weekend and it had been Di's idea that she ask him for a job. Kite had been sceptical but there was no harm in trying. A job was sustainable, and since he'd been so nice to her so far and knew the predicament she was in, he just might find her something.

Kite was still lost in her thoughts when she saw Mr Thomas coming out.

'Oh great!' She thought, finally I'll be going in but just then a well dressed female walked into the reception, her heels clicking on the floor.

Kite watched stunned as the lady, carrying a brief case like that of a man's strolled into the next room like she owned the place, without so much as an acknowledgment to the receptionist.

'Oh no, she didn't!' Kite was next, she'll be damned if she was going to sit by idly while the whole city walked into his office.

She got up, she would have a word with that P.A, by the time she was through with her, she was sure she would begin to do her job better.

****

Ise looked up from his desk as Izy walked in looking all dazzling and bright.

"Izy" he said not expecting her, consciously holding back on the ‘love’ part, he needed to do something about the endearment before he mistakenly spilled it one day. His P.A hadn't bothered with informing him of her presence probably because of the history they shared.

"Sorry for barging in like this! I told Princess I wouldn't take your time, I know how busy you are and I've got to be somewhere else soon."

"Its okay, what's up?"

She sat down on the seat opposite him and went straight to the point.

"Johnson is leaving our firm, I've been put in charge of your corporation."

"Oh?" This was a surprise.

"You don't have to worry,” she told him "you know I can handle it."

He smiled "I wasn't worried, I know you're good at what you do. Just surprised, that's all, it is a bit sudden."

"Yeah, it is, we were quite surprised too but nothing we could do about it." She told him and then added " and you can be assured our..past issues won't affect our working relationship."

"Okay." He said, thinking there was a time he would move mountains to see her smile like that. "How's your dad?"

"Good, always asks when you're coming over to golf at the club. Keeps saying you owe him a rematch from the last time or so." She said as she stood up.

Ise smiled getting up also, her old man was crazy about golf. “ I’ll holler at him when I have the...."

He didn't finish the statement as there was a sudden commotion in the next room which happened to be the office of his P.A and secretaries.

Like an exchange of words between females. "What the hell?" He asked exchanging glances with Izy who looked just as puzzled.

He walked ahead of her to the door, wondering what the uproar was about, was there a fire in the building or what?

Izy followed closely behind him.

"What's going on in here?" He asked taking in the scene.

The bickering stopped and all eyes turned to face him, all females. Five of them and in the centre, who else but her? She stood out from them all.

Kitty, he frowned in understanding, where Kitty was, there was certainly going to be trouble.

"Kitty!" He said, not able to help the smile that cropped up on his face as e held her eyes. Gosh, the girl was pretty.

"Sorry Sir," Princess, his P.A began breaking their eye smooching, "this lady barged in here rudely and...."

"I wouldn't have barged in rudely if you hadn't kept me waiting out there for hours, with the excuse that I had no appointment and it was......" Kitty began again but Ise had heard enough.

"its okay, Kitty, just come into my office." He told her seeing she was really angry. He still remembered vividly what had happened at Ola's party when she'd lost her temper. He didn't need a repeat performance.

"Its okay, you all get back to work...." He addressed his P.A, receptionist and secretaries before turning back to Izy who had witnessed the scene silently. She even had a smile on her face.

"Alright Ise, we'll see." She said as she took her leave.

He saw Kitty watching her as she left wondering what was going through the girl’s mind now.

"Come in Kitty." He told her again, opening the door for her to go in.

"Its Kite," she corrected "I've told you that a million times already."

He smiled, he sort of liked the ring of Kitty. The name did fit her, she carried herself gracefully like a cat and her catty eyes didn't help either.

He wasn't really surprised she was here, he'd sort of known he'd see her again, there seemed to be some force that kept pulling them back together, he reasoned. He was happy she was around.

It felt as if there was life whenever she was around him, some sort of invisible electricity her presence brought. The girl came with some sort of energy when she entered a room.

"I'm sorry, Kite!" He said not sorry at all.

He led her to the lounge part of the room where he entertained "please sit, to what do I owe this visit?"

He asked turning to see her admiring the room. Turning around as she took in the décor.

"Whoa! This is impressive." She said.

"Thankyou," he smiled amused. She looked like a kid who'd been taken to the amusement park for the first time ever.

The room had been redesigned recently, they'd hired the same decorator who'd done the state house and hadn't held back on spending, so he guessed it had to look really good. He hardly thought anything about it, didn't even see it since he was always too busy to notice.

She perched on the edge of one of the sofas. Daintily as if scared it would collapse if she relaxed so much on it. His eyes went down to her fingers which she kept wringing as if nervous. He looked up again at her eyes. She was here to ask him for something, he figured.

"I'm sorry for the drama out there." She apologised.

He smiled and shrugged "I've learnt to expect drama whenever you're in the vicinity."

She laughed a bit nervously. "Very funny, but seriously she caused it. Your P.A is like really wack, I could teach her a thing or two about receiving visitors. She started it, believe me."

"I'm sure she did." He simply replied, just looking at her, she didn’t know he loved looking at her face. She was growing on to him and he wasn’t sure yet if it was a good thing or a bad one. It had started that Saturday morning when they’d hung out for a while, it was getting worse seeing her again.

Her face took on a serious expression "seriously she just kept me out there for hours, I was tired of waiting, I had to do something."

"So you barged into my office screaming and shouting and bringing the walls down. What if I'd had really important visitors in here?" He said, he wasn't angry, he just thought she needed to act a little calm sometimes.

She looked away, "I really didn't intend for it to blow up that way, but she wasn't even sorry, she threatened to call security on me, can you imagine? It was a good thing you intervened or else, I would have shown her that I have more madness than security."

Ise shook his head suddenly chuckling, she was a fighter, it was obviously the only way she knew how to express herself.

"That was exactly why I intervened when I did, I didn't want a repeat performance of what happened Saturday evening. Fifi is still not speaking to me." He joked. He’d tried apologising but Fiola had been even more pissed that he’d left without a word or finding out how she was doing after the fight. He wondered what she wanted her to find out, there was nothing life threatening about hair being pulled.

Kite laughed. "Fifi, what sort of name is that? I’m sorry I acted the way I did but the gir tried herself, hope I didn’t cause a rift between you two?”

“Not really.” He replied, he’d not really felt Fiola anyway, she was okay, interesting but nothing really memorable.

Kite continued “Anyway, I don't want to take your time or anything, so I'll be brief."

He found himself wanting her to take all the time she needed "its okay, I was about going on Lunch break." Then he got a sudden idea. "Have you had lunch?"

"Ummm, no, why?" She asked carefully.

"Let's go have Lunch." He got up from the sofa as if expecting no opposition from her.

"Wait, what? Why? I mean...are you sure that's erm ….a good idea?"

It was his turn to be confused " what do you mean?"

"Duh, you're like Ise Williams, would you really want to be seen in public with me, as in...you know nao."

He paused, was this some sort of inferiority vibe he was getting from her? "So you want us to hang out in secret?" He joked

"Oh, be serious, I meant..."

" I know what you meant, look Kitty, I don't give a damn what anyone thinks, okay?"

"Okay, well maybe you should hear me out first before lunch. Its really important."

"Okay then, spill." He told her crossing his arms in front of him.

"I can't keep the cheque and the jewelry, I would rather you give me a job. That's more sustainable" She said quickly not meeting his eyes.

He was surprised but kind of pleased, so she was ready to take things seriously and was trying to change her lifestyle, that was good. Maybe there was really hope for her after all.

She continued "I know I don't have the best record but I promise I-"

"Done!" He cut her short

"What?"

"You have a job"

"Just like that? You won't ask for my past experience or anything?"

He shrugged "I know you, well, sort of. You're resourceful but promise me no stealing or shady things, or fighting!"

"I won't steal and I won't be shady but...if someone provokes me, I'm not sure about not fighting."

"You can exercise self control, fighting isn't the only way to get your point across. If anyone insults you, you could always report it, that's better than brawling. This isn't the streets."

She shrugged "I'll try, I guess."

"And also, I insist that you keep the things I gave you, consider the cheque an advance on your salary." He said. He knew she needed the money but was being proud. She Could steal but was too proud to accept hand downs, the irony made him smile.

Her eyes held so much gratitude. "Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked.

He smiled not sure himself. He just thought she'd been dealt enough blows already and needed to catch a little break.

He shrugged "I’ll answer that after I get something in this belly.”

*******

7



‘What a douche?’ Kite thought to herself as she washed her hands in the ladies. So because she’d danced a little sexily, he’d assumed she’d been begging for sex. She hissed, it wasn’t his fault, it was the fault of girls who had cheapened themselves for guys like him.

She stood, admiring the beautiful bathroom which was in the master suite. She’d not been able to find the restroom but had found this room instead. It was obviously the celebrant’s room since he owned the wonderful mansion they were in. The room was well furnished, it reeked money, the entire suite to its large bathroom.

Of everything, the Jacuzzi tub with an LCD TV over it was what she liked the most. She could imagine relaxing in that tub after a hard day at work, the warm water soothing all aching nerves and joints. It would be pure heaven.

She sighed, looking over the place longingly; money was indeed good to have.Deciding it was time to leave; she dried her hands under the hand dryer and stepped out of the bathroom only to see the douche she’d just left, lounging lazily on the large King sized bed. He turned as he saw her and sat up.

He smiled as he got up and advanced on her.

She stepped back. “What do you want?”

" After what you did to me out there, I don't think you expect me to leave you just like that?” He told her as he advanced on her.

Kite who was stunned for a few seconds at this guy's denseness, finally found her speech.

" I told you I'm not interested and I meant it." She said taking a step back.

"Sure you did, you’re all always uninterested until a guy can convince you otherwise."

He was too close to her and behind her was the bathroom door. She tried to take a quick sidestep but he was faster.

He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her back to the door, pinning her against it.

"Let me go!" Kite told him, he was taking care not to hurt her but he was holding her against her will.

She tried to shrug out of his grasps but it was futile, the guy was tall and had strength to support his build.

"Relax" he breathed against her ear "we're both adults, and let's be honest here, you want this as much as I do, so let's quit wasting time and get out of here, we're both gonna have fun, I promise."

" What part of not interested don't you get?" She asked him."I am not interested!"

"Would money interest you? How much? Name your price, we could do it right here if you want."

Kite's eyes widened in horror "get off me! You sick idiot! I'm not a frigging prostitute, how dare you?" She struggled against him but he laughed instead.

What was this guy’s problem, she was sure he wasn't okay upstairs.

"I didn't mean it like that, I just thought.."

"You thought wrong, let me go!" She yelled again, frustrated.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." He said eyeing her heaving chest appreciatively. "You're too fine to let go, maybe I can convince you with a kiss?" He said as he moved his head closer, coming in for a kiss.

Kite immediately averted her face to the side, so he went for her neck instead, breathing in her scent and dropping light kisses along the curve of her neck, caressing the side of her breasts with his thumbs. Kite was repulsed; she was being taken advantage of and couldn't do a thing about it.

She could feel the tears at the back of her eyes. "Stop, stop please." She begged but he didn't. He was kissing the top of her breasts now which was bare because of the plunging neckline of her tank.

She couldn't take this violation anymore, her survival instincts took over.

As his finger flicked over her right breast, her knee came up, hitting him squarely in the crotch.

He let out a high pitched scream and his hands left her immediately.

Kite scurried away from his reach.

"You bitch!" He screamed as he dropped to his knees, the door opened just then and in came the birthday guy with a chick behind him.

They stopped and took in the scene, kite made for the door leaving them to come up with their own conclusions.

She'd had enough of this damn party, it was time to leave. The original plan had been to wait till Williams was leaving but after what she'd just been through she couldn't stay.Finding her way back to where she'd seen him dancing, she saw Ise still with his chick. She walked up to him and tapped his shoulder.

He turned to acknowledge her presence, the chick he was dancing with giving her an angry stare.

Kite ignored her, she wasn't interested in the guy, she just needed her things.

"I'm leaving, I need my stuff." She told him.

"What stuff?" He asked and then looked at her, she wondered what he saw because his next words were "Are you okay? Where's Kenny?"

Nursing his wounds, she thought "I'm fine, I just need my stuff."

"We made a deal, keep to your end of it and your stuff will be yours." He told her.

"Don't be unreasonable, I need my handbag at least." She said trying to be diplomatic, he could keep the other things but she needed her handbag.

Before he could reply, his chick cut in."Girl, could you just leave already?" With an American accent.

'Huh?' Kite looked at the girl, reed thin like a broom stick.

"S’cuse you?" Kite asked her.

"It's okay Fiola, I've got this." Williams was saying to the chick but Kite brushed him aside.

"Were you talking to me? I know you weren't talking to me!" Kite told her and then turned back to Williams. She didn't give a hoot if he was a billionaire or the king of England, she was getting her things back.

"Tell your chick here to mind herself before I vex, this is not Yankee. Please let me have my things and I'll be gone." She told Ise but before he could reply the girl started again.

"What do you know about Yankee? Cheap rude thing!" She said and that was the last straw.

Kite lounged at the girl seeing red. The girl did not expect the attack and Williams was too slow to hold her back. She pounced, managing to get hold of her weave pulling it as hard as she could. Yankee girl screamed in pain.

Williams grabbed at her hands."What the hell, Kitty! Kitty!" He called but she didn't oblige.

"What I know about Yankee, abi? I will show you what I know about Yankee today!" Kite asked the girl who was struggling with her. "Next time you watch who you talk to."

Ise finally managed to pry her hands loose. The girl held her head in pain as she walked away, obviously going to check out how much damage had been done.

By now, the whole party had turned on the scene, kite looked around suddenly self conscious, she hated being the centre of attention like this but the brat had deserved it.

"What was that about?" Williams asked her angrily.

She shrugged "if you had just given me my stuff none of that would have happened."

Ise sighed, noticing the crowd that had gathered.

" Come" He simply said and went, she followed, happy that she had finally gotten through to him.

He didn't say another word until they got to the car.

"You're just trouble waiting to happen." He said shaking his head.

"Your girlfriend started it." She said defiantly.

"And you took it to a whole new level." Opening the door he brought out everything and handed it all over.

His phone began ringing. He answered it.

"Ola,wassup?.....umm, nope...kenny and..." He raised a brow and his eyes darted to her accusingly.

"What now?" She wondered knowing she'd done something again, if it was about her hurting his obnoxious friend who'd been taking advantage of her then she wasn't sorry or even guilty of doing any wrong.

She hoped the guy hurt like hell, she hoped he hurt so bad he had to get to the hospital.

He hung up.

"You were in Ola's room?" He asked accusingly

"Yeah?" She frowned " I didn't find the restroom and I was pressed, it was the room I saw, so I went in."

"Did you take anything of his there?"

The accusation hit her like a blow "What? No!"

"I don't believe you. He can't find his wrist watch, a very expensive watch. It was on the dresser, I dnt believe you just walked past without taking it."

"I swear to you I didn't take it. I admit I did see about three wrist watches on the dresser but I didn't take it." She told him, she'd admired them though and had even touched one but she hadn't taken it.

" Maybe we should just let the police decide on this one? I did warn you, didn't I? One more stealing incidence and its the police."

"I'm telling you the truth!" She would be damned if she was going to be arrested for something she knew nothing about.

"Okay look, you seized my bag, where would I put the watch?" She let the bags in her hand drop and raised up her hands. If she had a wrist watch on her, it would bulge in the pocket of her tight jean skirt. She turned around for him to see she didn't have it on her.

He looked her over and was about saying something when the phone rang again. He answered it, his eyes still on her. "Yeah?...okay, good." He hung up and then addressed her "he's found it. You're off the hook."

"I'm off the hook? I'm off the hook? That's all you'll say?"

"What should I say?"

"No 'I'm sorry for accusing you falsely'? Or please....."Her own phone began ringing, what was with these damn phones, she wondered. "One moment," she told him bringing it out.

Checking the screen, she saw it was her immediate younger brother Stanley, she hoped it wasn't money again. "yes, Stanley?"

"Sis where have you been? I've been calling your phone for the past two hours!"

"Why, what is it?" She was getting scared now, there was obviously a problem from the tone of his voice. Her mind went to a million things at once. Was their mother okay? Or was it Odafe?

"Kite, its mum! She's in a coma."

"Mum...?" She whispered feeling faint suddenly, she leaned on Ise's car for support as Stanley broke the news to her. "Yes, she lost consciousness this evening!" He repeated.

*****

Ise watched as kitty slept peacefully in the huge bed. She'd had a rough night and needed the rest, he made as little sound as possible as he came into the room, closing the door behind him.

Last night had been crazy for her, he hoped she’d fee better when she awoke.He'd been by her side in a flash when he'd seen her lean on his car for support, obviously getting some really bad news on the other end.

Putting two and two together, he'd surmised it had been her mom.

He'd watched as the emotions had played out on her face, she'd been hit really bad, her mom was in a coma, they weren't sure as of then what was wrong but she was in a critical state. After she'd ended the call, she'd totally broken down. The tears had started slowly at first and then the sobs had followed.

Ise knew he had to step in, he couldn't have left her in the state she'd been in, that would have been callous.

He'd taken her in a hug while she'd held on to him for support and strength. Sobbing uncontrollably into his shirt while he'd cooed soft words to her. He could relate with her pain.

Four years ago his father had suffered a mild cardiac arrest and he could recall the pain he'd gone through. It was painful when a loved one was hurt and there was nothing one could do to help.

He'd held her that way for a while, not sure for how long. He could tell she was too sad and in shock to function so he'd taken her home- his home since he obviously didn't know her's and had settled her in the guest room of his private residence on the family estate.

It was about 7.30 am. and she was now stirring on the bed. Her phone was ringing again, he picked it up from the dresser.

'Stanley' was the name on the screen. He carried it toward her.

She was so pretty and calm when she slept, why couldn't she be this calm when she was awake?

She had to be up to something all the time, causing or looking for trouble and he seemed to be stuck with her. He'd resigned to fate now, since it seemed he couldn’t shake her off him. He wasn’t sure but it seemed like something kept keeping them together and then there was still hope for her yet, she'd actually gone into Ola's room, seen the wristwatches and not taken any one of them, maybe she wasn't all bad after all.

Her eyes opened as the phone, which he carried got closer to her, she suffered a moment of confusion on seeing him before seeming to recall where she was and the events of the evening before.

Taking the phone she murmured her thanks.

"Stan." She said and listened to whatever Stan was saying.

He perched on the dresser and watched her, gathering as much information as he could from her end of the conversation.

"She's conscious.....okay, a tumour? Oh my God!.....Do you need me to come down?....have you spoken with her?...okay, okay, that's good....I'll see what I can do about the bills but frankly I'm dead broke.... We'll have to use Dafe's fees first....yeah, I know he won't be happy but what can we do?...yeah... Please give her my love, I'll call you later...bye." She hung up, exhaled the breath she'd been holding before looking up at him.

"Hi." She said giving him a wan smile. He guessed she still felt crappy.

"Hey." He replied "any good news?"

She shrugged "sort of but not really, she's regained consciousness but they found a tumour in her brain, she has to have surgery and then they have to test if its cancerous."

"Still not out of the woods yet then." He mused and she shrugged as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Life can be a bitch." She replied "one blow after another."

He looked at her, such a heavy burden on her shoulders "how you feeling now?"

"Shitty." She replied as she massaged her temples.

He had to smile, the girl had a mouth on her, and a temper too, he recalled as he remembered her pouncing on poor Fifi last night. He made a mental note to call and apologise to her since he'd left the party abruptly.

She got up "Look, let me freshen up and then I promise to be out of your hair forever, and as for your diamond stuff, I'll get it to you by monday, just let me know where to drop it off."

This took him by surprise, he didn’t expect her to leave so soon "hey, hey, why you in a hurry to leave?" He found himself asking.

She shrugged " I have no reason to be here. You helped me out last night when I was beside my self with grief and I'm really grateful for your help but I don't want to overstay my welcome. So I'll clean up and be on my way."

He shook his head, looking at her "I want to be sure you're okay before I let you out of my sight, you were in a really bad shape last night. Stay a while longer. Have breakfast first at least."

He saw the idea of breakfast sounded good to her but she was still looking reluctant.

"Please, I beg and insist." He added.

She shrugged indifferently but he saw a slight smile on the corner of her mouth "okay, since you're begging, I'll stay for breakfast." She told him as she opened the door to the bathroom.

He smiled as he shook his head, but he was happy she was getting back to her usual self. The girl was something else.

6


Kite had to give it to these rich people; they indeed knew how to throw a party. They splurged and held nothing back, she was beginning to think it was a good thing she'd come here. She had plans to pack enough grilled fish and chicken for the girls. Drinks too, enough canned Smirnoff ice for Lucky, the girl drank the thing like pure water,Di tended toward malt and juice; she would pack enough of that as well since it all seemed to be overflowing here.

That was the reason behind carrying the tote, it was very useful in instances like this one but it was now in Ise William's possession. If only she could get it from that damn guy but she hadn’t been able to come up with a plan on how to get it back. The guy was forming tough as nails, she’d even begged and pleaded to at least have her phone in hand but he had refused, saying she might call someone to come pick her up. She hoped the girls weren’t worried; they liked her to check in with them to know she was alright.

He was definitely not leaving the place without giving it back anyway, she would watch out for when he was leaving then follow. She would jump into his ride again if he refused to let her have it. He had no idea how resilient and annoying she could be. At the moment, she was peacefully hibernating in a dark corner in the huge garden behind the main house where the party was being held. Kind of in hiding but wasn’t ashamed of it, she hadn’t come here to mingle, she’d seen the stares she’d gotten when she’d arrived with the Williams guy but he’d instantly quelled whatever wrong ideas they’d had about them by announcing to the birthday guy that they weren’t together, they had a little unfinished business together, that’s why she was here but they were ‘absolutely not’ together. Kite had given the celebrant a polite smile and had headed off in the direction of the food and drinks. Steering clear of Williams so as not to give the impression of hanging on to him but her eyes had been on him since. He’d been talking to some hoity toity looking female, since they'd arrived at the place, she could see them quite clearly from where she was seated. Both of them looking well groomed and high class, she was sure the chic was boring as hell, who talked at a party anyway?

They were supposed to be dancing. Kite wished she could dance, the music was getting to her but she was quite scared of showing her face too much, she wanted to keep a low profile, she wasn't in the mood to make small talk with any of these rich arrogant brats.

After all the stares she’d received when she'd stepped into the place with Williams, she knew if she came out of her hiding place, they would pounce, asking her a million and one questions which she would have to lie to because if she told them who she really was, she'd be looked down upon. She was sure even now, one of the guys was probably gingering and gearing up to approach her, guys were so predictable, they couldn’t look the other way when an attractive lady was in the area.

Kite knew she was a beautiful, confident and strong lady. Most of these people wouldn’t survive the things she'd gone through on the streets. To them, She was a nobody that had nothing to offer, so she didn't need them knowing her, it would only make them look down on her. She would rather play a fast one on them than date them.

She looked up from the fish she’d been attacking for a while now; some scantily clad chicks in bikinis were making a hell of a racket. She rolled her eyes at the attention seekers, probably hoping Williams over there would notice them. She couldn’t care less but she stared at their state of gross UnCloth wondering how they actually felt comfortable and confident in what they were wearing. It was a pool party and many of them were in really skimpy bikinis which were actually strips of cloth barely covering the essentials. Kite wondered if bikini fabric was scarce in the market that designers had to expose the female skin this way.

It was okay to dress sexy but there was no way she was exposing herself for free like that. It was okay to hint, show a little cleavage, legs, but that was where she drew the line. She could do some see through outfits but not a bikini as scanty as these girls wore. She was too generously endowed to be showing off her wares like that.

Anyway what was her business sef? She was here to eat and enjoy herself. She turned back to her meal when a sudden shadow hovered over her.

Looking up, she saw it was a guy. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, not at all surprised.

“Hi,” he smiled.

‘Hmmm’ not a bad smile, she thought as it transformed his features.

“Hi.” She replied back but without a smile, she didn’t want to encourage him. He wasn’t bad looking, he did look quite good actually. He had a Tyson beckford look alike thingy going on but what did she care?

“You’re too pretty to be alone.” He said next and this got him a smile from her, she looked him over, taking in the way he stood watching her, exuding so much confidence, he was good at this and obviously really comfortable in his skin, a real charmer. This was the type your mama warned you about.

“I think I should say thank you to that.” She replied as her smile died.

“You’re welcome.” He replied “My name is Kenny, yours?”

She shrugged “Kite.” She replied folding her arms across her chest, trying to give him the signal that she wasn’t buying what he was selling and hoped he took note. He did, his eyes went down to her hands before travelling back to her face.

“Kite,” He said “would you like to dance?”

She raised a brow, she definitely wanted to, the dj had been killing her with nice jams and she’d been wishing she could dance for a while now but she wasn’t giving in easily.

“Do I look like I want to dance?” She asked back.

“Actually you do, been watching you and with the way your feet has been tapping to the music I can tell you want to.”

She didn’t like this guy, he seemed to know too much. He gave her the feeling that he could see every move you made even before you made it. He was smart, too smart, this one would smile with you while he was killing you and you wouldn’t even know it. Just like Izu, she hated thinking about her ex-boyfriend, the memory of him hurt like hell. She pushed it aside focusing on this guy instead.

She should tell him to buzz off but she’d never been known to shy away from a challenge, she wanted to show him she could take him. He wanted a dance, he would get a dance alright!

*******

Ise was supposed to be enjoying his conversation with this chick Ola had hooked him up with but he constantly found his gaze being drawn to the corner where that Kitty girl was sitting. His mind constantly wondering what she was up to sitting by herself in that dark corner. He really hoped she wasn’t up to some new scheme? If any of his friends here got robbed or swindled it would be his fault for bringing her here.

"Hello?" Fiola, the girl he was supposed to be talking with called waving a hand in his face. He’d been staring at the Kitty girl again.

"Yeah?" He turned to her. "Were you saying something?"

Gosh, he hadn’t heard a word she’d just said, it wasn't that she wasn't interesting but he had to keep an eye on that kitty chic before she caused any more trouble. Prior to entering Ola's house, he'd warned her not to get up to any schemes with anyone or this time he wouldn't hesitate to have her arrested. He really did hope she took his threat seriously because he'd meant it.

"I was talking about my hols at the Bahamas." She repeated.

"Oh sorry, my mind wandered."

" Am I boring you?" She asked.

Boring? The Chick had worked in top fashion houses in New York; she was presently the African regional contributing editor for Vogue magazine and her fashion line was opening taking off really soon. She was anything but boring, she looked really good too. Ebony complexioned, tall and slim, maybe wavering on being too thin but he guessed that was what was ‘chic’ at the moment. Although he preferred a girl with some curves, not exactly straight but she wasn’t bad at all, dressed to the hilt like the true New Yorker she was and that accent. The girl was hot, any guy would be happy to be in his shoes, so why did he still keep staring at that other damn girl.

"On the contrary, I think I'm the boring one." He said and she laughed. Girls liked it when a guy made fun of himself. "Seriously, some ladies would have dozed by now."

"You're not that bad, a little absent mind yeah, but you're Ise Williams, you can get away with it. Do you know the lady you keep staring at?”

He shrugged. “Sort of, she’s a real pain in the ‘you know where’. She tends to be unpredictable and I brought her here, so I’m kind of responsible for her.”

Her eyes widened “Oh? You’re with her?”

“Not at all.” How would he explain this? “Let’s just leave her out of our conversation, shall we? And do fun things instead, we’re at a party afterall”

She smiled “ Fun stuff like?”

“Dance?” He asked

Her smile could light up the whole Life camp district “Sure.”

******

Frustration was the only word that could best describe what Kehinde felt watching this hot beauty dance. She had such a wonderful body and knew how to work it well to the slow rhythm of Miguel’s ‘how many drinks.’ It was like an invitation to get in her pants. They called him a womanizer but how could a guy help himself when a girl danced like this? This was serious temptation.

The girl was fine and he’d gathered from Olamide that she and Ise had nothing going on, not that he cared. For some unfathomable reason he found himself being attracted to the girls Ise was interested in. Isabelle, or Izyluv as Ise had liked to call her, was a wonderful beauty but she’d messed up, all thanks to him. Ise had no idea how to take care of his women. Where Kenny was a womanizer, Ise was a chronic workaholic always putting work first before his woman. Kenny was the opposite, he knew when to work and when to pursue the opposite sex, which was whenever he wasn’t working. Ise might be a genius but he could learn a thing or two from him concerning women.

Take this perfectly formed chick for example, creamy skinned, slender but well endowed in the right places and in the right proportions. Ise had arrived the party with her but had abandoned her and left her alone for whatever reasons best known to himself. What sane guy did that? Kenny had abandoned the other Fiola girl instantly and had began formulating plans for this one besides that Fiola had eyes for only Ise, all she’d been able to talk about was how much she’d heard about him and how fascinating he was. It had irritated Kenny and he’d been glad to have found some other eye candy even hotter than she was. She might be from New York but she had nothing on this girl dancing with him when it came to beauty and of course dancing.

Ise and Fiola were also dancing, slowly swaying to the music, nothing interesting, not like what this babe was doing here. Kenny had caught Ise’s eyes more than once watching as her hips swayed from side to side.

‘That’s right, Ise’ Kenny thought ‘watch as she leaves with me tonight.’

To prove he owned the goods in front of him, he moved closer to her, she was backing him and didn’t see him. Placing his hands on her waist, moving them down slowly, sensually to cup her behind and pulling her to the crotch of his pants, letting her feel the mayhem she causing down there.

She pulled away from him instantly, turning to face him, her eyes questioning. She was still dancing but the question was clear, ‘what’s that about?’

“Let’s stop wasting each others time and just leave, my place.” He spelt it out to her.

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